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The Shears of Zorro….(birth of the Hippy Kid)

(A post prompted by redneckprincess describing her son as a "hippie kid"  🙂  ) The Chair stood in the middle of the room. The time had come, as I knew it would, and it was now or never. Or, at least, until the next time. My Dad circled the chair, snip, snip, at my brother’s… Continue reading The Shears of Zorro….(birth of the Hippy Kid)

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The last time I choked…………

One of the things I've noticed over the years as I get older is that I am becoming more emotional....and I don't understand. I was once known for being the coolest Dude in town. An image I relished, as you can imagine. But these days I just don't get it. Where did all these tears come from… Continue reading The last time I choked…………